"Eat this! Die, all of you!" Efan shouted, eyes blazing with manic thrill.
This was his element—the battlefield, where explosions sang and enemies dropped like flies. He laughed as he unleashed round after round, the rifles recharging automatically with seamless rhythm. His figure darted from one point to another in the sky, firing without pause, like a dancing reaper of war.
With every giant red serpent he killed, a stream of EXP notifications popped up.
And Efan wasn't about to let the loot go to waste.
Unlike Laras or Lein, who focused purely on combat, Efan swooped down after each kill to scavenge what he could—crystals, rare alloys, or even fragments of fallen weapons.
"Nice. This'll sell for a good price," he muttered, yanking a glowing crystal core from a fresh corpse.
But the fun didn't last.
A massive shadow moved through the clouds ahead. Efan froze mid-air, squinting at the hulking figure of a red-skinned gorilla slowly emerging from the icy haze.
